achieved a great civilization, we are insignificant compared to other monsters.
Fortunately, there were Sword Masters like you to keep them in check.”

“Count is an 8th class Great Magician.”

“I never said that.
You saw through me? Right.
I broke the wall this time and reached the 8th class.
However, compared to other magics, there is a limit to touching 8th class.
Compared to dragons, high elves, human magicians lack a lot.
It is different from Sword Masters.”

8th class magicians are called superhumans, but the true superhuman was talking about how great the Sword Master is.

They had the power to not be defeated by the strongest opponent.

It was no exaggeration to say that the biggest reason the human world stood still was because of the power of the Sword Master.

“But if a 9th class magician was born.”

It was just one level higher than the 8th class, but everyone who learned magic knew about it.

“Even the dragons wouldn’t be able to stand in front of them.”

Because the 9th class was exclusive to dragons.

“I hope that we humans become the masters of this world.”

“That is arrogance.”

“It is okay to be arrogant.
You know better than anyone.
About the history that lies dormant in this land!”


Count Welton didn’t answer.

Because he knew what Count Simon was talking about, the forgotten history.
The secret that only a few people on the continent knew.

About 10,000 years ago, due to an unknown event, the previous history had disappeared.

No one knew what the event was or what history existed before that.

It was because those things weren’t shared, which was why Count Simon insisted that humans had the power to not be pushed back by other beings.

A brief silence reigned between the two.

Count Simon was the first to speak.

“Let’s stop it here.
You must be tired from the journey.”

“Count too.
I’ll see you tomorrow.”


Both of them got up.

With that short talk, the two went to their rooms.

“You are here?”

“You must have got up because of me.
Get some more sleep.”

“Hm… good night.”

Sears wasn’t the kind to wake up once she slept.
She wouldn’t even remember what happened.

Count Welton looked at his wife in a loving way and changed his clothes before heading to Jamie’s room.

Jamie was sleeping soundly, so he decided to look from afar.

The eldest son with overwhelming talent.

The Count didn’t like it.
He should be enjoying that moment, but was it because the child was born with great talent? It wasn’t just Genius.

Even the expression genius was insufficient.

I hope you just grow up normal.
This father will do his best.’

He knows what happens when a genius takes the wrong path.

Count Welton sighed as he returned back to his room.

And Jamie opened his eyes.

The fact that Count Welton had arrived, he knew that.

But what was with the mood?

Jamie shook his head and raised himself.
He couldn’t read other people’s minds unless he looked at them.
And he couldn’t just use mind control on the Count because he was curious.

It was impossible to even attempt.



Black popped out of the air.

Jamie took off his blanket and crossed his legs.

“I can’t sleep.
Let’s meditate all night.”


Black flapped its wings and sat above his head.

It was challenging to grow a body that reached its limits, but through meditation, controlling the flow of Mana would be easier.

He started the meditation in the hope that the ball would finish without any problems.

The second day of the ball began.

Count Welton and Sears danced first.

The other couples took their seats and then slowly danced.

Jamie was looking at the hall with a bored face.

The only thought was that he wanted to go home.


The familiar voice.

This time, she didn’t hide her presence, so Jamie knew who it was.

“Are you alone today too?”

It was Ash Balle.

She smiled and sat next to him.

Jamie looked at her and shook his head.

“I have nothing to say.”

“But I do.”

“Don’t care.”


As soon as she called, someone came.

A sister.
Come to think of it, she did say that she was the second daughter of the family, so that meant this one was the eldest daughter.

As if one wasn’t annoying enough, another one arrived.

Jamie wanted to be alone, so he got up.

Unable to let him go, Ash held his arm.

“Where are you going! Since our families are close, we should greet each other.”

“What greeting?”

“Sister, come on!”

This time she yelled.

“Ash, sorry.”

The voice was low.

Jamie turned towards the voice.

There stood a pretty girl, half a span taller than Ash.

She looked like a well-made doll with a little upset face, slightly drooping eyes, a tall nose, and long thick lips.

Jamie couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Looking at that, Ash chuckled.

“Huh, I guess you are a man too? My sister is so pretty.”

Ash playfully hit Jamie’s arm.

But Jamie showed no reaction.

It was the time when Ash thought Jamie was in love with his sister.


He called Ash’s sister.


The woman he loved all his life.

However, a woman who sacrificed herself to the Gods.

Diablo Volfir castrated the emotion called Love and became a Monster.

The reason for that was now in front of him, as a child.

It was then.

“Found you!”

The silver beads made a clear sound.

The space shook, and an illusion took place.

“From now on, call me brother!”

The ‘Phoenix Wrath’ in Alf’s hand blew out flames of rage.

Flames engulfed Jamie and Ash, who was next to him.


Her sister Rebecca shouted and leapt.

“Do not disturb.”

Phoenix’s Warth disappeared like a lie.

The illusion shattered, and all the eyes turned towards them.

Alf looked at Jamie in disbelief.

“No way!”

The artefact was a 6th class fire magic created by Count Simon.
Jamie shouldn’t be able to stop it.


The words that sounded like a whisper.

His palms dyed blue.

Alf said nothing and looked at it.

Light shone.

Alf ran as he tried to wipe away the blue thing.

“That is enough.”

The light vanished.

Jamie saw a thick hand gripping him.

Hard calluses were felt on his tender skin.


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Everything will be fine.”

Count Welton held his son carefully in his arms.

Old memories filled his mind.

Jamie lost consciousness.

At the end of the ball, maybe his Jane was smiling.

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